The dawn of 2020 rose with rays of promise alongside a dark cloud pregnant with the iron wind .The life sapping and hope scorching iron wind perilously strangled every corner of this our earth of God. It ruthlessly unleashed wings of death onto the brave- land, America , into the oil sodden sand dunes of Persian Gulf to the dreamlands of South America , Trinidad and Tobago , Naracargua and unto the rice fields of the great Mahatma Gandi , the supreme land of India up to the vast rainforests of the Amazon basin , the Brazil . It raved through the British Columbia .The dark cloud and the heavy wind screeched their fart into the holy valleys of Jerusalem, the land of promise into Teleaviv and Gaza Strip. The Iron Wind skidded to a sudden halt in city squares of land that was once ruled by the iron fist of authoritarian fascist Benito Mussolini, into the Roman Catholic capital of Vatican, Italy. Pakistan and Palestine were not spared either, by the virulent Iron Wind. Then into Africa North of Sahara and Africa South of Sahara.
WordCity Monthly, December 2020 Issue #4
Letter from the Editor, Darcie Friesen Hossack There is not a particle of life that does not bear poetry within it.-Gustave Flaubert When we decided to create an Autumn and Winter Holiday-themed issue of WordCity for December, we had hoped to gather together a celebration of as many religious, cultural and seasonal offerings as possible. … Continue reading WordCity Monthly, December 2020 Issue #4
Poetry by William S. Peters, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
William S. Peters A poem for the dead “I die daily” It is not as if I planned on dying . . . At least not at this time, But I, we always knew That death always lurked In the white shadows Of our lives Our hues and pigmentation Was a non-red flag That signaled … Continue reading Poetry by William S. Peters, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Diana Manole, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Diana Manole Bliss Molecules To COVID-19 Survivors The smell of water, fresh water, seawater, dead water, marshes and streams, water carrying her away— folded, squished rocked on the tides of a second Noah’s flood come true, no ark in sight, no piece of timber randomly afloat, all expectations lowered to the basics “Lower her!” … Continue reading Poetry by Diana Manole, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Heidi Greco, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Heidi Greco Flyer We were grumbling again about the long isolationloud enough to trade complaintswith the tenant next door, her stamp- size balcony butting up to ours, neighbourlyenough, in the realm of concrete condos high above the world on the 21st floor (privileged as we know we are), the oceanmerely blocks away, our view this spanof … Continue reading Poetry by Heidi Greco, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Tim Suermondt, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Tim Suermondt LONGEVITY The city and I have gotten older. When we walk arm-in-arm now for the sake of walking this is as good as it gets and we see clearer than ever before, as if looking through strange, new eyes—what lucidity. Here’s the dusk spooling over the avenue, slowly both closing it down … Continue reading Poetry by Tim Suermondt, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Lisa Reynolds, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Lisa Reynolds Normal in a Covid World He tells me it’s normal to feel anxious everyone is these days. I want to believe him but as his pen dances across a thick prescription pad I wonder if I’m the only one barely hanging on. Pretender I pretend my illness doesn’t exist until I am … Continue reading Poetry by Lisa Reynolds, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Josephine LoRe, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Josephine LoRe Straightening Nails his granddaddy settled in RidgedaleNorth Saskatchewana carpenter all his lifeand gave the six-year olda simple task –straighten nails for this was a time when nothinggot thrown away, nothingtaken for granted, everythingrepurposed, everything reused and with a hammer and intentionthe boy spent his summerstraightening nails for this was a town where everywindow, everyfloorboard, everyplank and … Continue reading Poetry by Josephine LoRe, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by PAWEŁ MARKIEWICZ WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
PAWEŁ MARKIEWICZ Confession ofthe poetical firefly tomuse-butterfly of poesy You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.I based the dreamiest sempiternity on tenderness of my wings.Thus. I painted my wings in color of an ambrosia.Withal: I … Continue reading Poetry by PAWEŁ MARKIEWICZ WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Poetry by Mansour Noorbakhsh, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
Mansour Noorbakhsh Dignity “To: Joyce Echaquan*” A flat tire stopped us In the middle of a vast desert extending between two oceans. Sands can move through the borders freely with the wind, as waves can move through borders in the ocean. No border exists for sand and waves. Sands are equal, waves too. We are … Continue reading Poetry by Mansour Noorbakhsh, WordCity Monthly Nov2020 Issue3
